── ✎ SOMETHING, SOMETHING...
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warnings sexual content.
kyle is fucking daft sometimes. for a sergeant in the military, you’d think he’d have more sense. but no, tactical brilliance aside, you’ve come to realize he can be completely oblivious when it matters most.
you’re lying in bed, bare as the day you were born, while he moves around the room redressing with maddening precision. he’s folding your clothes like this is just some casual fling, like what just happened wasn’t supposed to mean more.
you did everything to make it clear you wanted him to stay. you wined him, dined him, let him fuck you like it mattered. and before that, you sucked him off so good he moaned like a goddamn pornstar.
but in his mind, he’s being a gentleman. giving you space. respecting some imaginary line between too much and just enough. he wants to stay, god, it’s written all over him, but he can’t read your signs to save his life.
kyle's always been like that. you’ve wondered more than once how the fuck he made it as a sergeant in an elite unit. for a man trained to observe, to read the room, to assess threats with a glance, he can be really, really daft.
"okay, so... do you need anything before i go?" he asks, not quite meeting your eyes, like he didn’t just fuck you into oblivion a few minutes ago.
kyle had already cleaned you up, tucked you into bed like a damn baby, and still he doesn’t get that you want him in the bed, right there next to you. it’s not that he doesn’t want to stay. you know better. it’s that he really, truly thinks you want space. like he’s doing you a favor by disappearing.
you sigh, looking at him again, those same fuck me eyes you gave him earlier, the ones you had locked on him while his cock was in your mouth and he forgot his own name for a minute.
"well, i need you to fucking stay for once, kyle," you finally order. you sit up, letting the duvet fall to your waist, your breasts bared to him. "how does that sound?"
his eyes lock on your chest. they don’t stray, not even for a second, as he scrambles to undress, messy, rushed, stumbling over his trousers as he practically dives back toward the bed.
once he’s under the covers, his body pressed over yours, his mouth goes straight to your breast. he latches on like it’s instinct. you run your fingers through the short hair at his nape, stroking him gently as you coo, warm and satisfied, finally getting what you wanted.
"look at you," you murmur with a teasing smile, "you just needed someone to tell you what to do..."
he hums against your skin, and you feel him, hard again, grinding against your thighs in lazy, eager motions. humping, if you’re honest. like he can’t help it.
the shift is dizzying. usually, you’re the one leaning into softness, submission, while kyle holds everything down with that quiet, steady dominance he radiates even when he says nothing.
but right now? he’s sucking on your tits like he’s starved and rutting against you like a dog in heat, and fuck, you don’t think you’ve ever been wetter in your life.
"oh, you’re such a good boy," you say, testing the waters, and god, the reward is instant. the biggest, nastiest moan this man’s ever made rips from his throat like he’s been holding it in his whole life.
a few minutes later, he’s still sucking on your tits like his life depends on it, and you feel it. you hear him whine, soft and high, like nothing you’ve ever heard from him before. his hips go still. there’s wetness smushed between your bodies, and his breathing turns ragged.
kyle just came. with nothing more than the friction of humping your thigh and you calling him a good boy.
"well," you laugh, and he whines again, flushed and embarrassed under your teasing tone. "that might be something we need to dig a little deeper into. what do you say?"
"yes, mommy," kyle murmurs, nuzzling his face deeper into your chest. he’s slipped into a headspace he’s clearly never been in before. him, always so composed, so in control.
kyle may be fucking daft, but apparently, there are other things he’s been ignoring about himself too.
other things he’s really fucking eager to try with you, now that he knows he can stay in your warmth. not just for the night. not just for a moment. forever, if you’d let him.
and god, you just might.
©fromsil.
well, don't know where this came from...
